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Sorting Out the Family with Sulk Station

Cornelius Buttplug is alarmed and angry: the new Sulk Station album is not only what he thinks of as “music for housewives and spastics”, it has been met with nothing but praise, and, if there’s one thing Cornelius cannot abide, it’s praise for people who aren’t him. The elegant Larry L’amour tries to stop him from popping a blood vessel with a flick of the tongue here and a gentle fondle there: as to a child, he explains how this isn’t one of the Black Flag records he loves brawling to, and that a change of expectations might be in order, but Cornelius will not budge. His point is simple: Sulk Station make you want to neither drink, fuck, or kill yourself; what, therefore, do they exist for?

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